Reunited with the Piano Teacher

Ryan whooped in delight on reading the letter.

A cherished ambition to find a job and put his master's degree in chemistry to some use had been achieved and against the odds. The selection process had whittled the applicant numbers down to a handful, and both practical and presentational skills had to be displayed before a selection panel. The letter he now held informed him of the outcome of that emotionally challenging and nerve-shredding process.

His mother, Lillian Powell smiled. "Good news? Tell me in a moment. I'll just go and see who it is at the door."

He had failed to hear the doorbell but, as he looked at his mother, and then the visitor, he knew that this was a morning to be treasured. His former music tutor, Susan Mayer, stood on the doorstep; his mother had not spoken of her calling in.

"I told Susie that you'd be here," his mother now said as they greeted each other. "She's moved into her new home in Newlyn Street, so...she's living not so far away."

"I know it. I did do a paper round...once." Ryan smiled at Susan. He waved the letter at them both. "I've got the job and start in two weeks. It's down in Bristol where I took my degree, so almost everything has fallen into place."

"That's wonderful! Congratulations darling!" His mother put her arms around his neck and kissed his cheeks. He grinned sheepishly at Susan, who smiled softly in response, as the scene between them played out. "I told Susie that you were at home for a while, and I said that you might help with a few things to help her move into her new home properly."

"I got

'volunteered'

you mean," he said with a teasing laugh for their benefit, but he was thrilled at the prospect of being with his piano teacher again, an attractive woman he had learned so much from and appreciated in ways that neither of them would speak of.

He had already taken in the look of an engaging and personable woman whom he knew so well, Susie's slender figure clothed in a flattering white blouse with embroidered details to the billowy sleeves and neckline; the easy flow of her beige skirt that finished just above the knee and revealed slender legs and ankles, strappy sandals adding a finishing touch. Her shoulder-length auburn hair, with its blonde highlights, framed her lightly made-up face and he soon felt ensnared once more by the look of her, just as he had been as a horny teenager with feelings for a woman close to his mother's age.

"It shouldn't take long, Ryan...I won't detain you for too long" Susie ventured for Emly's benefit, smiling softly, yet struggling to keep her emotions under control. She had missed him and wondered if he had felt the same way about her, even after they had agreed that they had fallen into, and then ended, what had been a fleeting and tempestuously pursued affair.

"And I don't mind if it does take long, on a day like today," he soon answered, "and it's been quite a while since I saw you," he told Susie directly.

The woman that he had once fantasised over, in his teens, stood before him and he would go with it, just as he had done a year or so ago. He had lost his gawky youthful awkwardness by then and Susie remained the carefully tended and voluptuous woman he had been taken to bed by; moments of flirting during his piano lessons finally flaring into what had felt like an unquenchable heat.

University, and then a post-grad course, had brought him many experiences but none had endured. He wondered how it was for the woman who stood before him, unsure where their reunion was to go.

"I had decided where the piano was to stand in the living room, but the removal people were in a rush and it's too much for me to move on my own."

"Then I'll be over to help you with that and we can set it up correctly." His mother was going out so he would be in no rush to get back home and the prospect of spending some time with Susie was too good to miss.

"Take your keys, won't you?" Lillian instructed, glad that he agreed to go along with her plan. "I'll be gone for a while and your father wants to meet me for lunch...so, I'll be home late in the afternoon."

"Okay, I can take care of myself,' Ryan answered casually. 'I'll go and get my things."

Susie watched him leave them and took in once more his easy strides. She had seen again an appraising look in his eyes upon her, but she had sensed a difference in that, and it was a gaze that revealed confident ways with her now. Ryan retained that engaging smile and there was still that mop of brown hair swept back from his forehead that she remembered so well.

She again felt a dizzying attraction to him and what his company might again lead to as her times with him were fondly remembered. The end of their affair had been understandable, but it had left an emotional void to be filled that she remained unaware of. At the infrequent times when she had heard from Ryan, she had not said anything fearing that to do so would make it abundantly clear that she was indeed the 'clingy' woman that she often felt herself to be.

As the saying went,

'vanity before the fall

', but she had never denied to herself that she had found uncommon pleasure whenever she and Ryan had been lovers. And now, she felt the gnaw of longing in her tummy once more and sensed, from Ryan's look upon her, that he was dealing with that emotion too.

She wondered who would be the first to express what they felt about being together again or who would make the first move.

♥

What she now sensed about being in his company again, and meeting his glances upon her, felt unreal. They had known each other well, as far as a pupil-teacher relationship had ever been allowed to go. They had been chatty, even as the music lessons became more serious and his technique began to blossom, as much from an innate musical talent that Ryan possessed, as from her teaching. All that had gone before had been grounded; based on trust and a bounded friendship that could arise between people of different ages.

Now, to have an engaging young man walking beside her, and soon to be in her new home, had an air of unreality about it. Her emotions were driven on by what had happened between them and what they now felt about being together again.

"I know that we shouldn't, not out here, but I can't help it."

She spoke somewhat nervously as she felt him grab her hand and she squeezed it in response to Ryan's tightening grip that she took to mean his involvement with her again.

She saw a hungering look in his eyes for her, the gaze of a young man whose features had changed. His hair was a little longer but tidy, his eyebrows a little bushier and as dark as his hair, his moustache fuller but not grown out and his stubble beard lending him a rakish appearance.

"It's only for a moment and then I'll let go."

"You've not forgotten how it once was between us I take it, Ryan, even if we did not keep in contact as the months passed?"

"No, I never could do that, and we did agree on how it would be." She had excited so much more than when she corrected him in his piano playing, a moment's touch to his arm, or press of her warm thigh to his leg as Susie sat on the piano stool and showed him keyboard skills. Such moments had led, inevitably it seemed, to overt passes being made. "I'm here with you again and my feelings have not changed."

"Yes, it's that way for me too." She sighed and was dismayed that she could confess to it so easily.

Looking at him now, Ryan's taller than she remembered him and he's good-looking as he grew manly and not in a foppish and self-obsessed way. He's dressed in chinos and a washed-out bottle green V-neck tee shirt that hangs loose over his trouser's waist. He's very much at ease in her company and she remains quite uncertain how her request for some help will play out. Until her affair with him sprang into life, she had never thought of herself as flirty or attractive enough to claim a young man's attention. But a shared interest had fashioned a bond that had then been transformed into a raw and passionate affair that left her physically weak, and her emotions ragged.

"I've lost count of the number of times I used to walk around these streets delivering newspapers before school, or at the weekends. Fitting that in with piano practice and the rest of it...swimming...going to the gym took up so much of my time. And then I fell for you and my life changed."

Susie had got an answer to her unspoken question; how he managed to look so fit, and that his easy stride along the pavements had alerted her to.

"Did you visit this one?" She smiled as she asked it of him, tilting her head in enquiry. Ryan saw the soft tumble of her hair as she did that and as Susie stepped onto the path that led up to her double-fronted terraced house, the scent of a climbing rose around the front door heavy on the air.

"No, I don't think I did, but I'm glad to be here and with you now."

Soon he would be alone again with her, and nothing would be rushed.

♥

"Come here, beautiful," Ryan demanded as soon as her front door closed behind them. She had once told him that he was far too impetuous and impatient, but she did not push his questing hands away as Ryan embraced her.

The moment their lips met they wasted no time in pursuing deep open-mouthed kisses and their tongues made love to each other, swirling, probing, and sliding as they snorted for breath.

"How I've missed you and what we did!" Susie exclaimed, clinging to him with her arms up his back and her hands clutching his shoulders as they pressed their bodies against each other. "The piano can wait!"

"That occurred to me too," he replied laughing against her lips as they renewed their kisses and claims on each other.

She could feel her heartbeats speeding up, and a taught sensation in her breasts as she clung to him, her nipples hardening. She wanted his caresses and kisses on her body and now felt a gnawing quivery feeling in her tummy and pussy that she remembered from their last time together.

She knew already that being taken to bed again would exceed her expectations, and would be magical, pure gold. Their minds were already as one.

"We can't do it here...I know that you want to! No, Ryan, not here!"

She felt so wanton but wanted to see him naked again, in her bedroom, and for Ryan to fully claim all that she already brought to his sight and touch. She wanted to succumb once more to the emotional and physical mayhem that having intercourse with him, so tempestuously, would again bring upon her.

She clung to him and exulted in the rushes that his claims upon her aroused. Still fully clothed, they had stopped on the landing, outside her room, and she met again the flurry of his deepening kisses as he unbuttoned her skirt, agile fingers tugging loose her bra fastening before she was undressed, the swell of her breasts unmistakable under the soft fabric of her blouse that, when she moved, had her thinking it was like a caress on her skin. She stood naked before him, the soft curve of her tummy and sex covered by high-waisted panties.

"I'll control myself," he smiled as his polo shirt was tugged away and she leaned in to kiss his lean body. She tugged loose his belt, but Ryan pushed his chinos and briefs down his legs, her hands trailing wondering caresses over his body before he stood before her.

"You won't have to control yourself now...I don't want you to, not now."

She felt weak with longing for him and, as on many occasions before, they would have to help each other with what had flared up between them again.

Susie embraced him and then slipped a hand down to caress his penis as it slowly brushed against her belly. She had been dismayed to have seen his erect penis arcing out from a taut belly and now she suppressed a groan on feeling his state of arousal. She wanted to be taken and reclaimed by the young man who, she knew, remained infatuated with her, lusted after her and for what she knew was still a tended and voluptuous body. All of this he had seen before and now lusted after again. "So well made, you're so well made!"

He moved away from her, enough, for Susie to see his trembling length of flesh, how hard it was and how it twitched, how it sprang from the spiral of hair at his belly. She reached out again with trembling hands and stroked its length, gently cupped his sac, and kneaded his balls slowly and intently. She then used it to caress her womanhood in a wanton display of her need to know of him once more, for them to pursue a reckless affair.

"Take me to bed,' was all that she asked, slipping out of his restraining embrace and rushing into her bedroom, the unmistakable sway of her breasts exciting him beyond enduring. "How can we do this after so many months that I was left to wonder about you? We can't let go again, can we?"

Ryan did not share her dismay that they were falling into an emotional abyss once more.

"We have our reasons, you and I, more than just getting together and loving. You taught me everything that I know to be a musician and becoming lovers was a progression from that. It was always more than being lovers...for me at least."

"Yes, yes of course." What he had confessed sounded so simple, the words trite but there was a deeper truth behind the words that he had used.

"Look what you bring to me...what I have aroused in you...all of it forbidden...or it should be between a pupil and teacher...and that you cannot control."

"We can't control. And now, I need to go with you."

"And I with you!"

His hands caressed her body, from her throat to her cleavage before he cupped and fondled her breasts. His caresses were surprisingly tender, wondering, and sensual and she groaned out of pleasure and in surrender to all that Ryan was again seeking of her so confidently.

"I'm here for you...you know that again, now!" She gasped to feel his touches upon her and drew his head down so that she could be kissed in wanton ways. She wanted to give of herself again, all sense of propriety and restraint forsaken.

He ached to feel her warm skin against him, then to be enveloped by her moist heat and to be drained by all that they pursued, what he sought of her and that she took from him. He craved to know of her again, to kiss pale skin and feel the clutch of her hands on his hips as she encouraged his movements or guided him in the forbidden, raging, pursuit of all that would follow; their concession to raging carnality that their circumstances, who they were to each other, would take them.

"It's not going to be enough," she whispered, "never enough for you to just be here with me after you've been away for so long."

"But I always come back."

"Yes, but for how long?"

Ryan embraced her and kissed her as they fell l back on the bed, her legs soon wrapped around his waist as his penis pressed at her wet slit, the tip caressing her pussy's parted lips but going no further. Ryan offered slow caresses to her thighs and pressed his lips to the swell of her breasts, Susie taking deep breaths as she exulted from being in his arms again.

"Darling, go on!" she exclaimed as he moved further down between her legs, expertly placing slow kisses to her thighs before he settled between them and slicked his tongue and brushed his fingers over her slit. How was she to explain this? She was being made love to; she of all the people in his life.

"I'm here and for you alone," he said in wonder at what was exposed to his gaze and touch.

Her pussy was beautifully trimmed. It was bright pink inside, surrounded by darker labia and she was moist from his caresses and thoughts of them being joined once more. He pushed out his tongue and dragged it over the length of her pussy's lips, lapping on its juices. The scent of her sex filled his nostrils and the taste of her coated his flickering tongue. He caressed her thighs and looked up at her and saw the distant look in Susie's eyes as he performed an act that had her whisper and whimper his name.

"Go on darling...go on!" She was lost in the swirling rushes of pleasure that his tongue and fingers aroused, bucked her hips, and clamped her hands on his head to prolong these claims upon her.

She rolled her head from side to side as if in denial of what was happening and she clasped him in her distraction and dismay that they would have intercourse again and in her bed.

Ryan pressed his face to her mound and slid his tongue over her moist lips, using his fingers to part them before his tongue dipped into her in probing flickers and licks. Susie lifted her hips to meet Ryan's claims upon her trembling body, the grip of her hands guiding, and not restraining him.

"Go on my darling! I've been lost without you these last few months...ever since you went away again, and we stopped loving!"

She had finally given voice to how she had felt bereft of his attention and no prospect of finding companionship in the way that Ryan offered and pursued it with her. Music lessons had become a cover for their reunions, in or on her bed.

Her eyes were wide open, and she took in his admiring look upon her. She was overwhelmed by her feral feelings of longing and couldn't believe it was happening again between them so spontaneously. She failed to stifle moans and sharp intakes of breath that let him know the effect that he again had upon her. They would pursue forbidden, raging, pleasure with each other once more.

Susie felt again the swirl of emotions, of lust and restraint, the forsaking of rules that she had lived her life by as Ryan, a gifted pianist that he was, sought to reclaim her in these destructive and future-less ways. Somehow, they had to navigate through the storm of emotions that so often overwhelmed them until a peaceful place in each other's lives could again be found.

Ryan continued to trail kisses down her body before his mouth settled on her pussy's lips. He then moved to place his open mouth over her slit, darting his tongue into her and teasing her clit, moving back and forth in a steady and beguiling rhythm that provoked her to buck her hips and move from side to side, or up to press her sex to his mouth.

She was taking him as her lover and the contradictions of what she pursued with him pushed to one side.

"Ryan! Ryan...darling!" she yelped as he moved his mouth up and down, over her mound and his tongue found her, offered soft and slow sucks that had her moaning, provoking her to continue gyrating her hips against his face.

"Share it with me!" he called out, overcome with the pleasure that the clamp and caress of her thighs on his face aroused in him. She was a woman, not Susie the piano teacher but a woman and lover he desired to make love with to a raging conclusion.

"Come on, come onto me Susie," Ryan now urged on a deep, raspy breath and knelt between her legs. She was lifted onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist and she shuddered as he lowered her onto him. She clung to her young lover's neck and was soon feeling wrecked by the sensation of being possessed, by being impaled on his penis and Ryan gripping her buttocks as she was made rise and fall on him, his breaths hot on her throat and as she was crushed against him.

She exulted in her depravity and her breaths quickened then strained as she gasped, "Ryan...aah! I can't...I can't hold on for much longer!"

In and out, Ryan built up a rhythm. His mind went into a whirl, and he sensed a euphoric haze descend upon him as he enjoyed the wet, velvety sensation of her cunt closing around him and her muscles clamping and tugging on his penis.

"I am sharing this with you!" she gasped on faltering breaths, the strain of holding on to be heard in her voice. He would make her climax, the fumbling young man she had first taken to bed, so long ago, now performing as an accomplished and pleasing lover of her fleshy body.